About the weather.

"-Have you ever heard about, hmm, wind? I'm pretty sure you have, but just in case, wind is that beautiful sensation of freedom, tha-
-Come on, grandma, not again! You are always trying to confuse us. Wind isn't freedom, wind is moving air!
-Thats right! We learnt it in school last week! And they also told us rain isn't caused by your heart overflowing with emotion and bursting out, but because water is heavy!

The twins were looking at me, scolding me lovingly. But I had to tell them.

-That is wind, alright... and that is why it rains. Both are true, of course... but that's not all of it, is it? You can always say warmth is your molecules vibrating faster, but you kids should also remember it's other, older definition; warmth is that calmness, that healing you feel inside. You should never forget the human meaning of weather phenomena, as it sometimes is as important as the scientific one..."

What, indeed.

What to say, what to do

When the lights fade out

When hope is long gone

And everything that's left for me

Are doubts?

Shall we...?

Shall we dance? No, we can't. Why not? Because there's no chance.

Shall we cry? No, we can't. Why not? Because there's still light.

Shall we breathe? No, we can't. Why not? Because there's nothing here.

Shall we bleed? No, we can't. Why not? Because we're just machines.

Shall we smile?

No, we can't.

Why not?

Because we are dead inside.

La bestia (2)

Los rugidos de la bestia eran ininteligibles, pero cada uno de ellos oía, a su paso, palabras crueles y desmedidas.

Tu hermana te robará el trono, oía la princesa.

No eres apto para las batallas a las que te debes enfrentar, oía el caballero.

Estás viejo y débil, te matarán pronto y fácilmente, oía el dragón.

Y en cierto momento, en medio del infierno al que estaban siendo sometidos, tras lo que sintieron como años de aguantar, llegó el silencio.

Hey, you there!

Hey, you!
No, not the one behind you. The one who's looking at the clouds - yeah, you!
Hey, how are you doing? Do you like these snippets of my mind?
I'd love to hear about what you think, seriously! Maybe you could write something down there? Or, if you are shy, there are some lovely reaction buttons! Or you could just subscribe so I know you are there, that you enjoy reading this.
That maybe, just maybe, I'm helping you to cope with the turmoil you have inside, or giving you fuzzy, warm feelings, or calming your sadness, if only for a bit.
That maybe, just maybe, I'm reaching out to you.

Love, Chocolate

Fearless (2)

I mean, when you act fearlessly, there are two main options when it comes down to the cause – at least in theory, that is:
- You are 100% sure that you can’t possibly, under any circumstances, ever, lose that that is precious to you,
- Or you don’t care for anything. At all.
And, as funny as it may sound, I know myself. I know it’s utterly impossible for me to be sure about anything, so, rest assured, I won’t be sure about anything important.

Drowning.

Drowning.

I'm drowning, deeper and deeper and deeper.

I can still see the light. It's far away, but I could still reach it if I tried. I'm not sure if I want to try, tho. Drowning, I get further and further. Water tries to get inside my body.

But it won't.

I won't let it drown me. I will be strong, I will get out. Now I'm certain - I can't let myself drown, I can't let it end here.

I've got someone to protect. And if I'm not here, no one will love them as much as I do.

So I'll breathe again.

Sweet, so sweet...

Sweet dreams are made with honey and care,
sweet laughs are made with care and jelly,
sweet nights are made with jelly and love,
sweet tears are made with love and marshmallows,
sweet dances are made with marshmallows and tickles,
and so many more sweet things are made with so few ingredients,
but there´s something special, 
something so precious,
that's born only after seven months:
Sweetness itself, made of only you.

Careful there.

Oh, here we are again.
What is it this time? Did you get bored and decided to wake up the rabbits while it was their break? Or did you notice a couple of slight mistakes - the kind of thing that doesn't matter at all - in your teachers' speeches, and weren't able to stop yourself from correcting them?
I mean, I know you, and I know how you work. I know what makes you tickle, what you can't control.
But they don't, hun. 
So you must understand they won't understand.

Cycle.

ay after day,

Night after night

I can see the moments

Disappear as they go by

Things that have happened

That will never come back

Returning is impossible

Everything goes through that crack

But there's no sorrow

No problem out of it

Because even if they go away

Even if you can't redo as you see fit

There's time, little one,

For more and more life

Not the same, not exactly

But don't worry, don't mind

There will be new magic

New starts, new ends

New life around, new things for you

New memories, filled with happiness.

La bestia (1)

La bestia rugía, rugía y rugía, sin descanso.

La princesa se tapó los oídos.

El caballero se tapó los oídos.

Incluso el dragón, que estaba acostumbrado al fragor de la batalla, se tapó los oídos.

¿Parará alguna vez? - preguntó la princesa.

¿Se acabará este tormento? - le secundó el caballero.

Podéis esperar años, jóvenes, pues nuestro sufrimiento no ha hecho más que empezar, - les respondió el dragón, el más sabio y experimentado de los tres.

Fearless (1)

ecoming fearless is one of my biggest fears. Why, you may ask?
 Well, I think being fearless is one of the most horrible things you can be. Not because of the fact of being fearless, but because of what it actually means.

Fearing means you care. You care about something, or someone, so you are afraid of losing it (or them), and that’s because what you care for is important. It may sound silly, but why would it be?
I mean, it’s about important stuff, after all.

Fearless people, or rather, fearless attitudes, are usually seen like something good.
Why? 

Snow.

Magic, magic in the sky. Not the kind of shinies, not the kind of angels... there's magic of the most real, the truest kind. Magic that flows around.

Why is it there? Because it is cold. There's small clouds in front of your face, you feel the cold creeping inside you.

You feel it waking you up, making you feel alive. You jump, you run. You shout, happy and alive.

And there's magic.